pjbooks Chapter 274 Why aren't you running anymore?
Chapter 274 Why aren't you running anymore?
At 8 p.m., the city lights began to illuminate Jinghai.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove out of the garage of Zhang Yan's villa and merged into the city's traffic.
In the back seat sat a woman wearing a long red dress.
She leaned against the window, gracefully gazing at the dazzling night view outside; it was none other than "Nie Qingcheng".
In the driver's seat, driver Lao Zhou remained expressionless, steadily maneuvering the steering wheel, seemingly unaware whether the person sitting behind him was a real person or a puppet.
About 500 meters behind the Rolls-Royce, in a black Buick minivan, three men were staring intently at the striking red taillights ahead.
"Target has departed, route confirmed, heading to 'Lanting Club'," the driver reported hoarsely.
Sitting in the passenger seat was the commander of this operation, a man codenamed "Ghost Hand." He looked at the constantly moving red dot on the tablet computer, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Naive. Do you really think a private club can guarantee safety?"
"Notify Team B to prepare for action at the designated location. Remember, we need them alive."
"Hi!"
Meanwhile, in the actual villa, Zhang Yan and Nie Qingcheng were sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a huge holographic screen in front of them divided into dozens of small windows.
The largest main window displays the real-time monitoring screen inside the Rolls-Royce.
The other windows are the reconnaissance perspectives transmitted by the "wolf's gaze" and "dog's gaze" that are scattered throughout the city.
The black Buick minivan, along with two other vehicles lying in ambush along the route, were clearly marked.
"These people are quite professional," Nie Qingcheng remarked with interest, holding a glass of red wine. "The car has a fake license plate, and they even planned three backup routes."
"It's a pity they ran into you." She turned her head and looked at Zhang Yan, who was calm beside her, her eyes almost overflowing with admiration.
Zhang Yan remained silent, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard of the tactical computer, sending out commands through the quantum communication network.
"Qin Xiao, block all network signals in the target area and disrupt their communications."
"Take the 'Ghost' drones into the air, switch to thermal imaging mode, I need to see the location of each of them."
"Deploy Tiger mechs at all exits, activate optical camouflage, and don't let them escape."
On the screen, the red dots representing the "warriors" are gradually entering the encirclement that Zhang Yan has carefully prepared for them.
Twenty minutes later.
The Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the "Lanting Club".
This is one of the most exclusive private clubs in Jinghai City, with extremely tight security.
Wearing a long red dress, "Nie Qingcheng" walked into the clubhouse under the escort of bodyguards.
The black Buick minivan stopped at an intersection not far away, and the people in the car did not get out.
"Ghost Hand" frowned as he looked at the heavily armed security personnel at the entrance of the club.
"A direct assault isn't a good option." He picked up the walkie-talkie. "Team B, the target has entered the clubhouse. What's the situation on your end?"
There was only a hissing sound from the walkie-talkie.
"Group B? Please respond!"
Still no response.
"Ghost Hand" felt a jolt of fear, a sense of foreboding washing over him.
"Switch to an alternative channel!"
"Report! All communications have been jammed!"
Ghost Hand's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He realized that they might have been exposed.
"Retreat! Get out of here immediately!"
However, it was too late.
The moment he gave the order, their vehicle jolted violently, as if it had been struck by a heavy object.
The driver let out a cry of surprise, and the car stalled immediately.
"What's going on?!"
"I don't know, the engine... the engine has been blown open!"
"Ghost Hand" immediately pushed open the car door, and when he saw the situation at the front of the car, he froze.
A mechanical tiger, nearly two meters tall at the shoulder and entirely black, was pressing its sharp, metallic claws firmly against the hood of their car.
The hood had been ripped open with a huge gash, exposing the wiring and parts inside, which were still sparking.
"Tiger" type mech!
Exactly as described in the intelligence!
"Enemy attack!"
The other two people in the car also realized what was happening and immediately drew their guns.
But they are fast, and the Tiger is even faster.
The mechanical tiger's tail lashed out like a ghost, the hard metal whip whistling through the air as it shattered the side window of the Buick minivan.
"Bang!"
Before one of the samurai could even fire his gun, he was whipped by the tail, coughing up blood and flying backward, instantly losing consciousness.
"Ghost Hand's" pupils shrank suddenly. Without hesitation, he abandoned his companion, rolled out of the other side of the car, and rushed towards a narrow alley.
But what awaited him was another "Tiger" mech emerging from the shadows.
Two mechs, one in front and one behind, blocked all his escape routes.
Deep in the alley, a young man dressed casually leaned against the wall, watching him with a leisurely air.
It was Zhang Yan.
"Run! Why did you stop running?"
Zhang Yan's voice was calm, but to "Ghost Hand" it sounded like the whisper of a devil.
"Ghost Hand" knew that he was now trapped.
He slowly straightened up, threw away the gun in his hand, and stared intently at Zhang Yan.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Someone you can't afford to mess with." Zhang Yan walked towards him.
A resolute glint flashed in "Ghost Hand's" eyes.
He suddenly pulled a short knife from his waist, twisted his body at an incredible angle, and slashed it toward Zhang Yan's throat.
This was his final attack, a culmination of his life's work, swift as lightning.
However, his knife stopped in mid-air.
It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but that he couldn't move anymore.
A hand, a hand that didn't look particularly strong, gripped his wrist holding the knife with precision, like an iron clamp.
The "ghost hand" used all its strength, but could not move its wrist forward even an inch.
He looked at Zhang Yan in disbelief.
This young man not only possesses a terrifying mecha, but he himself... is also a monster!
"Too slow."
Zhang Yan shook his head and applied slight pressure to his hand.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out in the quiet alley.
"Ghost Hand" let out a painful groan as the dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, inside the "Lanting Club".
The woman in the red dress, "Nie Qingcheng," was standing on the second-floor terrace, holding a glass of champagne.
Suddenly, Zhang Yan's voice came through her communicator.
"Close the net."
Nie Qingcheng smiled slightly and put down her wine glass.
She turned around, walked down the stairs, through the magnificent hall, and headed towards the back door of the club.
There, a car was already waiting.
The club's surveillance system malfunctioned for three minutes at that moment, and no one noticed her departure.
A hunt targeting “weaknesses” ultimately turned into the hunter’s own funeral.
Inside the villa, the real Nie Qingcheng looked at the "Ghost Hand" on the screen, which was immobilized by two "Tiger" mechs, and gently swirled the red wine in her glass.
"I thought I'd see an even more spectacular performance." Her tone carried a hint of lingering languor.
"Don't rush," Zhang Yan's voice came through the communicator. "The big fish hasn't taken the bait yet."
He knew that warriors like "Demon Hand" were merely pawns.
Those who truly want his technology are still hiding behind the scenes.
And the scheme he set up had only just begun.
He wanted to show those hiding in the shadows what price they would pay for provoking him.
His Achilles' heel is Nie Qingcheng.
Whoever touches it dies.